((⚠MAJOR TW!!Pls do not read if you get triggered easily!!⚠))

He looked over at his desk where a pair of scissors was sitting out. “Maybe if I-” He said, walking over to the desk, picking up the scissors.

He knew what he was about to do was bad, but he didn’t care.

He picked up the scissors and slowly dragged the blade against his arm. It hurt...but it felt good. He watched himself do it again, this time enough that droplets of blood began to surface.

Bakugou didn’t know how to feel. It hurt, but he was smiling. It felt good and he knew he deserved it anyways. He did it a third, fourth, fifth time until there were five or six cuts on his arm. Some bleeding, some not.

He dropped the scissors. “What did I just do..?” he said to himself. He pulled his sleeves down and made sure his door was locked. Bakugou decided just to go to bed and hope this was a dream.

-The Next Morning-

He woke up the next morning and looked at his arms. “Shit...it wasn’t a dream….” He said to himself. He got dressed and started to clean the cuts.

*Knock Knock* “hey bakubro! You up yet?” Kirishima said through the closed door.